In front of his eyes, two 20-pound bags of Fulinmen Crystal Rice were placed on the bottom shelf of the cabinet, and condiments such as Shanxi mature vinegar and Lee Kum Kee light soy sauce were placed in specific compartments.

In addition, the most abundant items in the entire cabinet are all kinds of beverages and wines. Although Tang Xiaoquan doesn't know much about wine, judging from its exquisite outer packaging, the price should be quite high.

Turning his head sideways, Tang Xiaoquan turned his gaze to Du Jiancheng behind him.

"How's it going? Acheng, did you get anything there?"

"Yes, but..." With a sad face, Acheng stepped aside and let out the cardboard box in front of him.

Tang Xiaoquan leaned forward and glanced forward: Oh, what a good guy, his eyes are full of dazzling red.

He blinked twice subconsciously, and couldn't help but murmured: "Oh my god, I'm rich, it's Soft China!"

Sure enough, inside the light yellow five-tile packaging carton, strips with the words "China" printed on them were placed horizontally.

Tang Xiaoquan reached out and took out one, peeled off the plastic seal, and then took out a pack from it.

Excitement, this is Tang Xiaoquan's most real feeling at the moment. For a guy like him who has just graduated from college and earns a meager salary, Soft China is obviously something he longs for but cannot ask for.

Tang Xiaoquan took out a cigarette from it casually, waved the cigarette case towards Acheng, and motioned for him to take one and try it first.

It's just that Acheng seems to be confused about the style. To him, these things are worse than garbage. If he really had to choose, he would rather choose a white-flour steamed bun.

Shaking his head decisively, Acheng declined politely.

Tang Xiaoquan didn't care about this at all. He was not a person who cared about trivial matters.

Wu Zi took a sniff in front of his nose, and Tang Xiaoquan clicked his tongue intoxicatedly: "Tsk, tsk, it smells good. It is indeed the best among flue-cured tobaccos."

Tang Xiaoquan couldn't wait to take out the cheap lighter he carried with him from his pocket, and flicked the flint, and a wisp of red and blue flames came out of thin air.

He held the cigarette close to the flame for a moment, and suddenly a strong fragrance wafted out.

And as this wisp of smoke drifted out, Tang Xiaoquan felt that his whole body was shaken up, and it seemed that even the fatigue in his heart was swept away.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a bite?" He recommended it to Acheng again, but the latter still waved his hand without interest. Tang Xiaoquan could only curl his lips with a pity, and then...

Holding the cigarette butt between his fingers, Tang Xiaoquan slowly put it into his mouth. Then, under the force of his lungs, the unique smell of Ning Guding entered the nasal cavity after a short reincarnation, and was then spit out.

The expected noble smell did not appear, and Tang Xiaoquan even felt that the smell of the cigarette was no different from the cheap cigarettes that cost 9 yuan a pack that he usually smoked.

Such a huge gap caused him to immediately lose interest in this so-called "national treasure" and turned his attention to the last cabinet beside him.

As usual, he stretched out his hand to open the cabinet door. There was a password box inside the cabinet door. Tang Xiaoquan lifted it out and shook it twice. However, he heard pieces of paper flying inside. It was no surprise that "Grandpa Mao" was at work.

However, these coins are obviously not of much use in the end of the world. At least for now, before the social order is completely stable, there is no essential difference between money and papyrus. It is not even as good as papyrus. At least papyrus can be used for

What's the point of doing that, and this banknote...

After all, everything is ownerless right now. Even if you go to rob a bank, no one will stop you. But the question is, do you have the courage and ability to walk around in this city full of walking corpses?

Since the iron sheet in his hand was of no use to him, Tang Xiaoquan had no need to waste time on it.

so……

His eyes continued to search inside the cabinet, and soon he made a new discovery.

It was a white plastic box with a red cross-shaped print identifying its purpose.

"It's a medical kit!" Tang Xiaoquan muttered to himself, and without any hesitation, he reached out and took it out.

There is no doubt that in the end of the world, the death rate of human beings due to various minor injuries and illnesses may, to some extent, be higher than the fatality rate of the virus itself.

The reason lies in the lack of medical supplies in the hands of survivors and the rudimentary living facilities.

Judging from the appearance, the medical box in front of Tang Xiaoquan should have been opened for the first time. Because of its brand-new appearance, it does not seem to have any traces of use.

Pulling open the buckle on the front of the box lid, Tang Xiaoquan opened the nearly 10 cm high "medical box" lid. Although he often heard the hosts of various survival columns mention this kind of box, the discussion

Seeing it with your own eyes is definitely the first time.

The inside of the box is composed of several small compartments of different sizes. Each compartment is filled with corresponding medical items, from iodine band-aids to treat skin trauma to bandages to treat fractures and burns. It is really a small box.

, all medicines are available.

Not only that, Tang Xiaoquan even found survival supplies such as a compass and a Swiss Army knife hidden inside the box.

From this point of view, the medical boxes recommended by various experts at home are not purely for business effect!

Making judgments in his mind, Tang Xiaoquan closed the medical box again.

This thing is definitely a good product, and maybe my future life will have to be saved by it.

Satisfied, he patted the box noodles. Tang Xiaoquan was quite satisfied with today's search results. Not only did they find extra ingredients, they also found a medical box that could save lives, and of course, the spirit that belongs exclusively to men.

Food intake "Cigarettes and wine!"

When everyone woke up from their chaotic dreams, it was almost dusk.

Hu Xiaodong opened his eyes with encouragement, but the remaining power of the liquor still made him dizzy.

"Uh, when did this happen?" Wang Qiang struggled to straighten up and rubbed his sore temples with his big hands, his face full of confusion.

"It's 6 o'clock in the evening. Let's all drink some tea and unwind at the bar." As he spoke, Tang Xiaoquan brought the strong tea that had been brewed to several people, and then divided a cup for each person.

Wenquan Xin's dry throat felt as if it was burning, so when the tea was served, he didn't care about anything else. After taking a few breaths, he fell down without hesitation.

"How's it going? Xiao Tang, you haven't done anything during this time!" Hu Xiaodong slowly straightened up and walked to the window.

He raised his hand to lift a corner of the curtain, and a ray of setting sun immediately shot into the room.

"Everything is going well, but those beasts still show no sign of dispersing, so to be on the safe side, let's not turn on the lights at night and just use this lighting!"
Chapter completed!